I have fallen in love… with soy milk.
I can’t help myself. I don’t know how it happened… it just happened. One day, I drove up to my favorite coffee joint, Just Cruisin’ Coffee, asked for a Hazelnut Latte and in my attempt to be healthy, I decided to try soy milk as I’ve heard it’s good for you and less fattening than regular milk. As I drove away with a smile on my face because the customer service there is so friendly, I daintily lifted the coffee cup to my lips, took a sip, and all of a sudden, everything stopped – time and space froze. I had just experienced one of the most satisfying and delicious tastes in my entire life and I wanted to cry. I knew right then that this was something special. This… this… soy milk was a thing to be treasured, cherished, savored, delighted in. It was creamy, it was flavorful, and my god, it was healthy. Not only was it beautiful on the outside, it was beautiful on the inside.
But it didn’t stop there. I had to try it again just to be sure that it wasn’t a fluke; to be certain that it wasn’t only a one-time thing; and that this new-found love would be consistent throughout my entire life. So, I kept going back in the days following to become better acquainted with my “crush” and I found that it was as good as I thought it would be. Every single time I took a sip, I would sigh and close my eyes as I experienced a rush of joy and delight. It made me happy, it made me healthy, and it made me confident. Then yesterday, as I walked out of Starbucks with my Hazelnut Soy Latte, I knew. I just knew.
I was in love.
